Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
ABC,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.